-ASHER-
Linda’s lips crashed into mine.
Her lipstick clung like glue. Her touch felt invasive. Her taste made my stomach churn. Her perfume gave me a migraine.
I didn't want the kiss. I didn't want the woman kissing me.
Her hands cupped my face. I seized her wrists and shoved them away.
"Get your hands off me," I snapped. "What the f**k, Linda? I told you not to touch me."
She glanced past my shoulder, then smiled.
"Come on, Asher. Drop the act. I know you want me," she crooned, fingers sliding through her hair. "You never stopped."
I looked at her. Chin tilted in defiance. Caramel eyes framed by lashes too perfect to be real.
Flawless makeup. Flawless skin. Flawless lie.
A pristine storefront masking rot.
How did I ever think Mia looked like her?
Mia is breathtaking—a beauty b
